Chapter Thirty

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"Gwen, baby, talk to me," I said gently. She shook her head curled in tighter on herself. I pulled her away from the cabinet and picked her up, carrying her to the couch. I sat down with her on my lap and held her, rubbing her back slowly. After a few minutes, she loosened up slightly and pressed her face into my chest. It didn't take me long to realize what was happening. "Do you want your popcorn?"

"What's the point of popcorn when we're all going to die anyways?" she asked, distraught clear in her voice.

"Baby, that's not for several years. There's no point in starving yourself." She wasn't really starving herself, but it could easily turn into that if this continued on.

"There's no point in life," Gwen retorted. I sighed in frustration. I knew what she was going through, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. She was quiet for a while, and I thought she was just lost in her thoughts again. When I moved her hair back from her face to look at her, her eyes were closed and I could hear a very faint snoring coming from her. I picked her up slowly, careful not to wake her, and carried her into my room. I laid her on my bed and then climbed in next to her. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. She snuggled closer and I buried my face in her neck, taking in her sweet scent as I fell asleep.

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